Grain
The word "grain," or corn, wheat, barley, rice...
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(Read only, anymore; sorry.)
Short version of rules
Without using a search engine to find one, write down at least eight words of a song containing the word (or the topic, if it's a general topic).
If it's the newest word, play once, and wait for another player to play before you go again.
On older words, you can play over and over without waiting!
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Oh beautiful for spacious skies
For amber waves of grain
America the Beautiful
I'm gonna live where the green grass grows
Watch my corn pop up in rows
Tim McGraw
He worked the rice fields with their cool dark wells
"Gulf Coast Highway'
You'll remember me when the west wind moves
upon the fields of barley
Sting
Ooooo-klahoma
where the wind comes
sweeping down the plain
and the waving wheat
can sure smell sweet
when the wind comes
right behnd the rain...
---they made us sing it in every OK public school I went to! =o)
(awwwww i get to quote my all time fave goo line!! *beams*)
and if i had an hourglass
i'd save the grains of time i spent with you
"lucky star" (goo goo dolls)
(thanks, that just made my day! :D )
Oats and beans and barley grow
Oats and beans and barley grow
Nor you nor I nor anyone knows
How oats and beans and barley grow
Oh, waitin' for a partner
traditional English song
Here's good luck to the pint pot
Good luck to the barley mow
an English drinking song
In the month of June he planted his corn
In July he laid it by
"The Young Man Who Wouldn't Hoe Corn," traditional American
Rye whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whiskey I cry
If I don't get rye whiskey I'll live 'til I die
traditional
And these three men made a solemn vow
John Barleycorn must die
Another drinking song, this one from England
We seek the soul of all that is good
We come bearing corn, water and wood
A beautiful Christmas song by Riders in the Sky, who usually do cowboy-music humor, but this one is serious and beautiful.
Snap, crackle, pop, Rice Krispies!
I say it's crackle, the crispy sound
You gotta have crackle or the clock's not wound
Rice Krispies song from the 60's
The birds went into the poor man's corn,
I fear they'd never be s- s- s- s- seen, my love
I fear they'd never be seen
The Stuttering Lovers, traditional
Say bonny lass and speak
Shall we play barleybrake
Fa la la la la....
"Now is the Month of Maying," Thomas Morley
I dreamed I saw [the?] sheaves of corn...
[hum dah de dum] and tall (I can't think of the words)
Yours were small and second-rate
And really rather small
Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat
The corn is as high
As an elephant's eye
And it looks like it's climbing
Clear up to the sky
(Rodgers/Hammerstein, "Oh, What a Beautiful Morning")
I'm as corny as Kansas in August
I'm as normal as blueberry pie
No more a smart little girl with no heart
I'm in love with a wonderful guy
(Rodgers/Hammerstein, from "South Pacific")
Your weevily wheat's not fit to eat
Neither is your barley
What I want is the best of rye
To bake a cake for Charlie
American folk song
Some to make hay
Diddle, diddle
Some to cut corn
While you and I
Diddle, diddle
Keep ourselves warm
"Lavender's Blue" lullaby
"Now fill the empty hopper
With wheat," the miller said.
"We'll grind this into flour
To make the children's bread."
"The Miller" Emilie Poulsson fingerplay
Yellow wheat, yellow wheat
When the wind blows
You are a sea of golden waves
Where a pirate goes
The reaper is the pirate
Who takes your golden store
And leaves a field of stubble
Where you were waves before
"Wheat Fields," American folk song
Corn don't grow at all on Rocky Top,
Ground's too rocky by far.
That's why all the folks on Rocky Top
Get their corn from a jar!
--Rocky Top, traditional bluegrass.
Love lives again,
Like wheat a-rising green.
Love has come again
Like wheat a-rising green.
--Easter song--from France, I think
Grandad grew the dryland wheat
stood on his own two feet
until his mind got incomplete
and they put him in the home
Levelland
Robert Earl Keen
more than the grains of sand that lie beneath a shimmering sea...
I love you 100 ~ Mary LaFleur
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